Poems of Mine

what is wrong with me

What is wrong with me
I'm the start and end
To my own catastrophe
You don't seem to be bothered
But it bothers me
I don't see the point
This could end dangerously

I'm tired of lying
Tired of trying
Tired of giving all that I have
Tired of attempting
To please you and resenting
My thoughts of not proceeding
To give my gift of leaning
Over this leaning ledge

Is this even real
Is this really happening
Or is my mind just making this up
Just like all of the other times
I've given up

I have one question
One simple quotation
To ask and have asked
A single word
A single syllable
That means more to me
Than this entire class ever will be

"Why?"

I've asked this before
I've tried to avoid it
My mind went on a detour
But it still arrived at transit
At the same location
With every bit of
Pain and passion
Fresh in my head
What does it mean to even be dead

There's option A
And option B
Now I'll try to follow plan A
But plan B seems more fitting for me
Maybe it is worth it
Maybe you're right
Maybe I should just stand up
And fight
But plan B is more intriguing
Plan A seems to be looming
Just like plan C
Plan D
Plan E
Plan Anything

This is too confusing

Help me